Chat Group in Douluo: Messing with the Multiverse

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After finishing a late-night snack with Zhu Zhuqing, Lu Xian yawned, closed the chat window, and the two of them returned to their respective rooms.

A lot had happened tonight—getting transmigrated, engaging in battle, outsmarting a con artist in the chat group, and even carrying Zhu Zhuqing on his back for half the night. Lu Xian felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Everything that had happened today felt surreal, almost too bizarre to be real. He even started wondering if all of this was just a dying fantasy after being hit by a truck.

Thankfully, the warm bath eased his nerves, and the comfort of soaking in the tub brought him back to reality.

He opened the system's lottery interface.

"A quick lottery draw before bed!"

"Gotta have good dreams tonight!"

The lottery interface was a square grid with four rows and columns, totaling 100 slots, all linked together. Each slot had a question mark on it, making it look somewhat like a slot machine he used to play as a kid.

Lottery Rules: Out of the 100 mystery slots, there is guaranteed to be one Golden Legendary Jackpot, nine Silver Flash Prizes, and 90 consolation prizes with no flash effects.

Once all 100 slots are drawn, the prize pool will reset, or if the Golden Legendary Prize is drawn, the pool refreshes immediately.

"This lottery system feels way too familiar..."

Lu Xian couldn't help but complain.

"So basically, there's a chance for a silver flash every 10 draws, and a golden legendary is guaranteed if I max out the pulls?"

"I feel the familiar fear of being controlled by gacha mechanics again..."

With a sigh, Lu Xian pressed the Intermediate Draw button.

1,000 Abstract Points deducted.

A glowing cursor began cycling through the slots one by one.

"Here comes the slot machine train!"

Lu Xian: "..."

Yep, this was exactly like those childhood slot machines.

Since every slot was a mystery, he wasn't particularly nervous. It was his first draw, after all—he had no expectations, just treating it as a casual game.

The glow sped up, then slowed down, circling the 100 slots over and over before finally stopping at a small corner slot.

The selected slot suddenly enlarged, filling half the screen, pulsating as if teasing him—expanding and shrinking, over and over again, but refusing to reveal the reward.

"Is this supposed to build suspense? Trying to mess with my emotions?"

Lu Xian remained expressionless. He even found it amusing. "Come on, this kind of cheap trick? Tencent games have been doing this for years. You think you can still get to me after all those times I've been scammed? I'm immune to—holy crap!"

The lottery screen erupted in golden light!

Fireworks exploded on the display!

Golden Legendary Prize!

Lu Xian's eyes widened in shock.

"A jackpot on my very first pull?"

He sat there, stunned for a moment before muttering to himself, "Wait… Am I actually a luck god?"

[Congratulations! You've drawn the Golden Legendary Prize: Soul Power +10 Levels!]

[The Intermediate Prize Pool has been refreshed.]

"Uh…"

"Golden Legendary…"

"That's it?"

Just as his excitement began to rise, it was instantly doused like a bucket of cold water. His ecstatic expression froze.

At that moment, a surge of soul power, far stronger than anything before, erupted from his core and spread through his meridians. A tingling sensation washed over his entire body.

The feeling of his body strengthening was beyond words. All his fatigue vanished in an instant, like every cell in his body had been supercharged with energy.

[Detected: Host has reached Soul Power Level 30. Third Soul Ring Reward Granted. Generating a Million-Year Concept-Type Soul Skill…]

[Third Soul Skill: "Yashila Lei"—Generation Complete.]

"…"

"See? Training is pointless! The true way is to slack off!"

"I just pulled a lottery and gained 10 levels. Now I'm a Soul Elder. Cultivation is that easy."

Two and a half years of hard training couldn't compare to a single button press.

Lu Xian checked his new soul skill.

Third Soul Skill: "Yashila Lei"

Targets a single enemy within 100 meters.When the incantation "Yashila Lei" is shouted, the target's mouth will automatically generate an 'Oli Give' (a mysterious food item).For every additional soul ring Lu Xian possesses, the skill's range increases by 100 meters.With each extra "Ya" added before the incantation, the "Oli Give" doubles in size.At three soul rings: Target must chew the 'Oli Give'.At six soul rings: Target must chew and swallow it.

Lu Xian: "…"

What a mind-blowing skill!

The description was long, but the concept was simple:

He could now make people within 300 meters eat an "Oli Give" at will. The more "Ya" he added, the bigger the "Oli Give" became. With three "Ya's," the target was forced to chew. At six, they were forced to chew and swallow.

"System, are you serious?"

What kind of ridiculous soul skill was this?!

Just imagining the scene made Lu Xian feel sick.

"Wait a minute… It doesn't affect me, right? Then why should I care?"

Lu Xian had an epiphany.

This skill was brilliant.

His defense was already top-notch.

For physical attacks, he had his second soul skill, which guaranteed catching incoming weapons barehanded. If needed, he could just stomp people into the ground.

But for mental attacks, he had been lacking… until now!

Imagine fighting an enemy and—bam!—their mouth suddenly filled with a disgusting "Oli Give." How could anyone keep their composure?

If someone actually endured that, Lu Xian would bow to them, declaring them the strongest in existence.

"Alright, all I need now is a crowd-control skill, and I'll be unstoppable!"

"Hopefully, my fourth soul skill will be an AOE attack."

Lu Xian resumed drawing.

With such amazing luck tonight, there was no reason to stop.

1,000 Abstract Points deducted.

"Here comes the slot machine train!"

[Congratulations! You've won a Consolation Prize: A giant box of Durex.]

"!?"

Lu Xian stared at the massive box in front of him, his face frozen in shock. There had to be thousands in there.

"The hell am I supposed to do with all this?!"

"Why so many?!"

He was completely speechless.

"Wait… Maybe… this isn't totally useless?"

As a law-abiding citizen of the 21st century, Lu Xian saw a business opportunity.

"I can just hand them off to Huo Huo! That guy's family owns a marketplace—he has distribution channels! I'd be helping with population control in the 'Battle Through the Heavens' world!"

"Perfect. I'll give them to him tomorrow."

With only 600 Abstract Points left, Lu Xian decided to save up.

Closing the lottery window, he inspected his latest reward.

A three-finger-wide, one-meter-long red silk ribbon.

[Heavenly Silk Spirit: A divine artifact that has lost its divinity. With time and energy infusion, its divinity may recover. Wearing it passively nourishes the body. Can transform into clothing.]

"A divine artifact? In the Douluo world? That's rare..."

The red silk shimmered slightly. It had already recognized him as its master, wrapping gently around his hand upon retrieval.

Lu Xian stood up, stepped out of the bath, and willed the silk to move.

Like a living creature, the silk coiled around him, glowing faintly before transforming into a sleek black tracksuit.

"Not bad. Makes getting dressed way easier. No need to buy clothes anymore!"

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